The Unconcerned
The Unconcerned
Miracle Man
6/10/2022
Children of darkness,
without desire to flee.
Like nothing’s happening,
continue carefree.
The stench of death,
burns nostrils each day.
Lovers of pleasure,
neglecting to pray.
Shootings and death,
grips our land.
His soon return,
may be at hand.
If this is the day,
actions He’ll rebuff.
Then simply may say,
I’ve seen enough.
2 Timothy 3:4
“Traitors, heady, high minded,
lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;”
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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